text_original: Having passed a few more compliments, we saluted and walked on; and, coming presently to the edge of the cliff, lay down on the thyme and the crumbled leaf dust. All the small singing birds had long been shot and eaten; there came to us no sound but that of the waves swimming in on a gentle south wind.
text_transcription: HAVING PASSED A FEW MORE COMPLIMENTS WE SALUTED AND WALKED ON AND COMING PRESENTLY TO THE EDGE OF THE CLIFF LAY DOWN ON THE THYME AND THE CRUMBLED LEAF DUST ALL THE SMALL SINGING BIRDS HAD LONG BEEN SHOT AND EATEN THERE CAME TO US NO SOUND BUT THAT OF THE WAVES SWIMMING IN ON A GENTLE SOUTH WIND
phonemes: hˌævɪŋ pˈæst ɐ fjˈuːmˌɔːɹ kˈɑːmplɪmənts, wiː səlˈuːɾᵻd ænd wˈɔːkt ˈɔn; ænd, kˈʌmɪŋ pɹˈɛzəntli tə ðɪ ˈɛdʒ ʌvðə klˈɪf, lˈeɪ dˌaʊn ɔnðə tˈaɪm ænd ðə kɹˈʌmbəld lˈiːf dˈʌst. ˈɔːl ðə smˈɔːl sˈɪŋɪŋ bˈɜːdz hæd lˈɔŋ bˌɪn ʃˈɑːt ænd ˈiːʔn̩; ðɛɹ kˈeɪm tʊ ˌʌs nˈoʊ sˈaʊnd bˌʌt ðæt ʌvðə wˈeɪvz swˈɪmɪŋ ɪn ˌɔn ɐ dʒˈɛntəl sˈaʊθ wˈɪnd.